Last week on the way to the girls' school I passed a tree by the side of the road. There are a lot of black walnut trees around the area and at first thought these were just more black walnuts I was driving over. But as I passed them I realized they didn't look like black walnuts. They were smaller.
It's a beautiful tree and it sat all by itself on the side of the road at the side of a swamp. I had a small bag in the car so I picked some up.
I am easily bored. This is my reward for 20 minutes. It took a few nuts to conquer my fear of smashing my quilting fingers with the hammer but I did find a good way to hold the nut and discovered how much pressure to pound with. Cracking the nut was the easy part. Getting it out of the shell, bit by tiny bit was another story. How did the Native Americans do it? Was hulling and cracking hickory nuts the job they gave to someone as punishment for a bad deed? Was this something the women all sat around doing with two rocks, a glass of wine and a bar of chocolate by their side? I sure hope so. I have a long way to go, but I'll do it. Now it's a challenge.